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I saw my mother’sheart today. She pressedup against the machinewhile, a few feet awayI watched it loadon the computer screen.Is that…? I asked. The radiologistimmune to the noveltyof inside views, nodded.I’d helped my motherget undressed, seenfor the first timethe vest she woreto cover where her breasts had been.I had not expectedseveral minutes laterto see her chest –like wings unfurling –open itself out to me.Released, my mother stoodsmall and grinningin her backless gown,no idea what I’d seenor what she’d shown.I kept it to myself,my mother’s heart.It had not lookedas I’d imagined, butlike a star, shootingthrough her ribs, that bodyI used to be a part of.